The three of us load into the 4Runner at 7:15AM. We head toward the dam, another trip to the San Juan River. We are rolling with the boat today. Bob and Dave are chatting animatedly about the fish they caught in the last river they fished. It was big enough that Bob had a picture.
Unloading the gear at the boat ramp at the top of the Texas Hole into the boat is routine. We get the boat off the trailer and park it on the bank while it take the 4Runner back to the parking lot to await shuttle. On the walk back to the river I contemplate my path down the river.
First to the top of Texas hole, it's early and the fish are rising as we row into place. I have the rods rigged and ready. My guys do exactly what I tell them, they cast to the other side of the scum line and within 30 seconds, before I can get Dave's flies in the water, Bob had the first fish on. I scoot us over a little out of the main drift and using my Madbite net I pull an 18 inch rainbow out of the river. My guys snap a pic and release the it back into the chilly water. We row slowly back to the top of the hole and begin the drift anew. Less than one minute elapses, and Dave has picked up his first of the day, a nice fat rainbow at about 16 inches.
After about an hour of drifting and catching a fish or two on each drift we are resetting at the top of the drift and Bob hooks a fish that takes him to the backing in the length of time it takes me to pull up the anchor. Chasing the rainbow across the hole to the north bank, slowly rowing in time to Bob's reeling to keep tension on the line. We can see it twisting into the brush. "Keep your tip up Bob." I advise as we drift in closer to the beaver dam. The 6X tippet is straining to hold the beast. The size 24 midge is probably feeling the strain also. We shift to the top of the beaver dam, then shift to the bottom, then slowly I start to pull Bob and the fish away from the shore. "Lift slowly Bob" I comment as Bob had already begun lifting the rod tip higher. Ever so slowly we begin to see the flash of a fish. This trout may have been caught a few times because as soon as it sees the net it runs for the bottom again. So anchor down, net at full extension, comes to the surface quickly, and SCOOP! got it. Once in the boat all three of us are excited and we measure right away, 26 inches! That is a nice fat fish. We admire it for a few minutes, carefully keeping it in the water. Bob gets a few pictures and back he goes.
The rest of the day was peppered with fish. Some were nice and some were little. The one we were still talking about at the boat ramp was the big one of the day. We named that one Dale, not sure why, none of us could remember why we chose that name. Dale resides in the Texas Hole in the San Juan River in the north west corner of New Mexico. We expect to go back next year for another go around.